Can You Handle More Scenes From the Path?

Sorry I am overloading you with bike path pictures, but that's all I've done lately. It's all good stuff so kick back, have some coffee and check out what I did today.

I have been wanting to go further on the path and decided this week was the time to stretch my journeys on the path. My goal today: ride from Tyrone area all the way up town to Tropicana Field. According to Google maps my journey will take 7.4 miles and all of it is on the city-wide bike path. OK, let's go!

Oops, haven't even got on the path yet and discovered I have forgotten my water bottle. Tough it out, Mike and keep focused.

This neat "Field of Dreams" mural on the side of a building was nice.

This looks to be an old railroad depot (the path used to be railroad) that has been transformed into the St. Petersburg Clay Company. They have structures along the yard area with some of their work.

Question: I passed this quarry and they are watering their rocks and gravel. Anyone know why?

An area next to Gibbs High School where the original rails still sit. Unfortunately there was no drinking fountain.

This Buccaneers bus hasn't been out celebrating or tailgaiting all season. Must be junk, and just when the Buccanners are starting to look pretty good.

The path goes underneath this factory area as we get closer to downtown. The path is supposed to be abandoned at sunset and going through this at night would certainly get me anxious.

Success. After a nice ride I reached the Trop.

I went around Tropicana Field as my victory lap. Woo hoo. Now I turn around and we have other goodies to show you tomorrow. Don't miss it.

For those who may be interested it took me approximately 42 minutes to go 7.62 miles, and I expended 382 calories which I more than gained back when I spied a Klondike Bar in the fridge.

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